Here is my first fanfiction. The story is based on a dream I had a while ago. I was frightful of posting it for some time, but I was able to pluck up some courage.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Thor, nor any plot/ characters created by Marvel. I only own the story you will read below.

Hope you enjoy

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The small boy crashes to the ground, tumbling before skidding to a stop. Hissing in pain, he rolls carefully onto his side. Panting heavily, he pushes himself up. His legs are painted with bruises, and quake beneath him as he struggles to pull himself back onto his feet.

A bilgesnipe looms before him, a low growl emanating deep from within the grotesque creature as it bares its pointed teeth dangerously. Gripping his sword tightly, the boy levels his sharp gaze as it's hulking form begins to circle him.

Despite the quivering of his frame, he does not shrink back as the beast lunges forward. Deftly twisting his body around the attack, the boy connects his sword with the soft flesh of the creatures's side. The bilgesnipe quickly retaliates, but the boy swiftly dances out of reach before the beast's horns can harm him. Identifying the creature's weakness, the boy aims his sword. However, in his eagerness, he miscalculates, and is unable to dodge the creature's club-like claws as they connect with his back.

The child lets out a strangled cry as he is sent sprawling across the floor. The form of the beast, having defeated it's prey, ripples before disintegrating into tiny grains of sand. The sand, of which once took the form of the bilgesnipe, returns to it's chest, signaling the end of the training session. The boy remains huddled on the ground, sniffling as he runs his sleeve across his face.

The slender frame of a young woman stands watching the scene from the doorway. Her face, hidden by the shadow cast by the light silhouetting her frame, bares a look of concern and sadness. Frigga sighs quietly, a frown upon her face as she approaches her son. The boy suddenly aware of her presence, struggles to pull himself to his feet, but finds his legs will no longer carry him, and collapses back to the ground.

"Loki"
She murmurs as she gathers the skirts of her nightdress around herself and sits on the ground beside him.
"Come" she orders softly.

He remains still for a moment with his face turned toward the ground so she can not see him. He is ashamed. He then places his small hands within hers as she gathers him into her lap. Her touch is delicate as her fingertips brush over his bruises. As she does so, a thin veil of golden light blankets his knees, healing the bruises before his very eyes.

"What troubles you so late this evening? She questions as he gazes down at his now healed battle wounds.
He remains silent for a moment before turning to her with a sudden look of determination.

"If I am to become king one day, I must train and be strong like father and Thor…" his voice is quiet as he turns to rub his knees.

Pushing his dark hair from his eyes, the Queen gazes upon her youngest son. He strives to be like his brother and father. Yet, he will never be able to do so.

"You mustn't compare yourself to others" she chooses her words carefully as he looks to her.

"Every being has their own strengths and weaknesses, of which are unique to them."

"Strength does not exist in one's physical capacity alone, but the mind as well." She states delicately.

He watches her with bright eyes, his mind turning her words over carefully "You are intelligent. Draw your power and strength from your mind, and you can defeat even the most physically apposing"

He remains silent as she places a kiss upon the crown of his head.

"Come. You and I must rest now."

Wrapping his arms around her neck, he buries his face in her hair as she stands. She remains motionless for a moment. Her mind is stilled as she rubs his back soothingly.

His voice is soft when he speaks "I love you mother"

"And I you" she smiles as she lays him upon his bed and pulls the covers around him.

As she stands, Loki's small hands move elegantly as they build stars and planets above them with faint glittering light. Friga's lips pull into a soft smile as she gazes above at the glittering reflection of the universe her son has created.
Gracefully turning her own fingers, she brightens the creation, causing it to pulse with additional power.
With a flick of his wrist, Loki allows the stars and planets to shower around them.

"I will be strong one day mother. For you."

"Good night my young prince" she looks upon him as he pulls the covers tightly to his chin and closes his eyes.

Turning from the room, the queen moves silently down the halls to her own bedchambers. Her eyebrows knit together as her lips fall into a delicate frown.

"You will have great power one day my son, but I fear of what will become of the young boy I loved."

The lights in the hall darken as she returns to bed.

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Thank you for taking the time to read my first story.

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